Page 60 of Playoff
“You have the most boring underwear I’ve ever seen.”
“I wasn’t expecting anyone to see them,” I told the ceiling. Alek got back to tugging the jeans down, sliding them off my feet. Before I could push myself up to deal with the underwear, he yanked my ass to the edge of the bed and knelt down between my legs. He slid his big hands under my cheeks, and leaned over and…
Tugged the front of my underwear with his teeth. His hands pulled down the back of them, so I didn’t end up with ripped panties, and he chuckled. Show-off.
Then he put his mouth on me and I wasn’t laughing.
The man might not be able to pull down a zipper with those teeth and lips, but he could do wonders on my lady bits. I was soon panting and moaning, passing my hands over his head in the absence of hair to tug on.
“Alek, I’m going to?—”
He backed off, eyes wide with pupils eating up most of the iris. He shoved me back up the bed and quickly removed his jeans and underwear. He grabbed a condom out of his pocket before dropping the pants on the floor, letting the foil wrapper fall on the bed. Then he stripped off his T-shirt.
I barely had a moment to enjoy the view—turns out I had a thing for tattoos—before he’d sheathed himself and crawled onto the bed, bracing himself over me.
“Once I’m inside you, then you can come.” That voice, deep and raspy, was as close to a growl as a human would get.
I wrapped my legs around him, drawing him closer, needing him inside me. “Then hurry up!”
Finally he was ready to listen to me. Once he was lined up he slid inside me, where I was wet and hot and ready for him.
“Yes,” I moaned. Or he did, or we both did. Nerves inside my channel were stimulated by his cock, and I clenched down on him. He pulled back and rammed home again, moving me farther up the bed. I wrapped my arms around his neck and whimpered in his ear. “Yes!”
His head was beside mine, his hot breath fanning my neck. I held on for dear life as he pounded into me, the delicious friction spiking my arousal so close to that peak. I held on tight as he let himself go, winding higher and higher until finally I came, keening into his ear a litany of yes, yes, yesses. My orgasm crashed over me, obliterating everything else in my brain and body.
A few seconds, minutes or whatever time later, I blinked my eyes open. Alek was stretched out beside me, chest rising and falling as he drew in lungfuls of air.
Damn it. Why did the best sex I’d had in years, maybe ever, have to be with this man? The one I couldn’t do this with again.
He turned his head toward me. “You okay?”
I nodded and let a smile cross my lips. “Better than okay. I had no idea sex in Hamilton was like this or I’d have come here sooner.”
He laughed. “Is there a website to review cities for best sex?”
My smile widened. Not that he was actually saying this was his best sex, but he was saying, in a roundabout way, that it had been pretty damn good. If the earth was moving for me, I wanted it to move for him too.
“If there’s not, I’ll hire a computer person and create an app. I’ll make a killing and put financial advising behind me.”
But no, I wouldn’t. That wasn’t me. Neither was this. I sat up, ready to find my boring underwear and get dressed.
Alek was watching me too closely. “What’s the problem? Do you hate your job that much?”
“No. I mean, it’s not what I dreamed of as a kid, but I help people. Keep them safe.”
“From people like my parents.”
My mouth dropped open. I’d forgotten, for most of this evening, who he was.
He sighed, face closing up. “We’d better get back.”
Everything rushed into my head. All the reasons we couldn’t do this, shoving out the post-orgasm bliss and making me self-conscious. “Yeah, you’re right.”
I pushed myself off the bed and found my boring underwear, slightly damp from his mouth and from my arousal. I slid them up my legs, since going commando would be damned uncomfortable, and part of me wanted to keep that little bit of connection with him. Then I found my jeans and pulled them on, socks and boots. Sweater and coat. By then Alek was dressed and we were ready to go.
I looked back at the bed, my face warming. “They’re going to know exactly what we were doing.”
He threw some bills on the untouched one. “It won’t be the first time. And they won’t care.”
